The Prophet Of Woe

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
The dark mist in my mind
Enables me to feel

Trying to understand the movements
But they are just black holes
And the edges aren't sharp enough
To carry me home

I see your mouth move
But I don't understand a word
We're living different lives
But we share the same world

Trying to understand the movements
But they are just black holes
And the edges aren't sharp enough
To carry me home

I've gone deeper into
What I use to hide from
All that is left now is
Dead flowers and dirty diamonds

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
The dark mist in my mind
Enables me to feel

Trying to understand the movements
But they are just black holes
And the edges aren't sharp enough
To carry me home

I've gone deeper into
What I use to hide from
All that is left now is
Dead flowers and dirty diamonds